Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.